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Updated: June 7, 2025
The uproar woke Leneli, and the baby too, and Mother Adolf, hearing the noise, came running from the goat-shed just in time to find Seppi sitting on top of Fritz beating time on his stomach to a tune which he was singing at the top of his lungs. The baby was crowing with delight as she watched the scuffle from Leneli's arms. Mother Adolf gazed upon this lively scene with dismay.
Seppi was a smart and animated boy, and had enthusiasm and expression, and was a contrast to Nikolaus and me. He was full of the last new mystery, now the disappearance of Hans Oppert, the village loafer. People were beginning to be curious about it, he said. He did not say anxious curious was the right word, and strong enough. No one had seen Hans for a couple of days.
Bello sat on his haunches with his tongue hanging out and looked at the scenery! Seppi and Leneli looked at each other in dismay. "Now you've done it!" said Seppi miserably. "We've lost the path, and it's all your fault! If we had been thinking about Peter of Lucerne instead of about those silly old giants and dwarfs, this would not have happened."
Always before, we had a protection. It has failed." The others shook, as with a sort of chill, and muttered those words over "It has failed." "God has forsaken us." "It is true," said Seppi Wohlmeyer's father; "there is nowhere to look for help." "The people will realize this," said Nikolaus's father, the judge, "and despair will take away their courage and their energies.
"Ah," answered his mother, and she sighed a little. "There is no one but Seppi and Leneli. Together they must fill your place, and you, Fritz, must take them with you to-day up the mountain to learn the way and begin their work." "To-day! This very day?" screamed the Twins. They had never been up to the goat-pastures in their lives, and it was a most exciting event.
She could only point at Nanni, who stood calmly out of reach above them with the last scrap of cloth dangling from her lips. "You wretched, black-hearted pig of a goat!" she screamed, stamping her foot. "You've eaten every bit of my lunch, and I'd only taken two little teeny bites! Oh, I wish I'd eaten it all like that greedy Seppi!"
They drove them into the shed, gave them some hay, and then rested their weary legs for a moment, siting on the kitchen steps, while they considered what to do next. Then an awful thought struck Leneli. "The avalanche!" she gasped. "Maybe she was caught by it!" Seppi grew pale and gulped down a sob. "No," he said, when after a moment he could speak. "I don't believe it!
Bello was at that moment barking down a hollow log in the hope of catching a hare, but he obediently rounded up the goats when Seppi called him, and the little caravan began to move. It was not so simple as it sounded. The stream had worn a deep channel among the rocks. Trees had fallen across it, undermined by the swift current.
Guided by the sound of the waterfall, they forced their way through underbrush, over great piles of rocks and around perilous curves, seeking always the lower levels, until at last, when she was almost ready to give up in despair, Leneli heard a joyful shout from Seppi and, hastening forward, found him at the edge of the forest, looking out over a wide range of foothills.
"We've got to get across that somehow," he said to Leneli, at last, pointing to the stream, "and there are only two ways of doing it. When we get down there, we must either go through the river, or across the glacier which feeds it." "We can't go through it," answered Leneli. "We don't know how deep it is." "Then it will have to be the glacier," said Seppi, "and I'm glad goats are so sure-footed.
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